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[lesbiacnh]

it’s supposed to snow and be gross all day tomorrow but i wanna go to the gym and thrift and go for a walk😭 i have a little bit of school work to catch up on and i wanna revise my notes for a test that’s coming up at the end of the month. but i wanna go outside first omg

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Diet Diaries

Hi all! Thank you so much for 500 followers! Here's a little style switch up to celebrate, got a lotta refs in this one and I quite leaned into the diary entries so I hope it's not too much! Hope y'all enjoy this stereotype reversal and as always, best! -Occam

Monday March 21st-

Andy:

I am beyond sick of Steve. Moving in together was a mistake, I don’t care how cheap the rent is, he is a narcissistic slob and I am eager to never see him again. Well no, I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. Our R.A. had this idea to try and walk in each other's shoes, which I don’t know? It might not be the worst thing? My big idea was switching diets actually- honestly I’m just hoping if he ate more like me he’ll stop stinking up the dorm. I can dream at least. Literally though he just can’t go to the gym as often if he eats like me. If I'm lucky at the very least his deodorant will last longer, I cannot take another day of his b.o. seeping through the walls, ugh! Anyway, wish me luck! I’m sure this will be a breeze for me, he usually just eats junk anyway, hope he enjoys my salads~

Steve:

Andy that little fucker. He was being such a little bitch to James and now I’ve gotta eat his rabbit food for a week or lose this bet or whatever. Steve don’t lose tho. Lil twink’s gotta eat whatever I make him too and you can bet your ass I’m gonna make him match my macros if I’ve gotta starve myself like he wants. Fuck! This shit is going to absolutely tank my routine! I’ve gotta make Andy give up. I’m gonna go so hard on him he’ll have to hit weights if he doesn't want to blow up like a pig. Maybe then he’ll stop bitching any time I don’t fucking shower every time I get back home. 

Tuesday March 22nd-

Andy:

My Lord! He is trying to kill me! I don’t know how anyone could consistently eat as much as he’s telling me to. I’m so bloated from all this food.. He looks so smug every time he tells me to keep eating, I’m sure he doesn’t eat like this. He’s just trying to break me but I’m not going to let him win this easy.

Ugh, I feel so bloated my pants are so tight on my waist. I didn’t think meat sweats were a thing but man I am needing to put on deodorant like twice a day now and I’m not even exercising. I will say that now that I’m eating so much, I don’t hate the idea of going to the gym. It’s been a while since I went but I should probably at least hit up the treadmill lest I get even more of a gut- maybe I’ll see if he wants to go tomorrow. This is all just an exercise to understand each other more after all, no need to make it a stupid competition like he wants eh~

Steve:

Fuck! I am so tired of Andy’s pussy-ass diet. I had absolutely no energy at the gym today, I told all my bros that I was just gonna take it easy but fuck! I really was working my ass off and I struggled to even meet a PR I set last week. It was supposed to be a push day and I didn’t even get a chest pump! Why the fuck am I still going. I’m abso-fucking-lutely not getting gains on his fuckin’ bitch-ass salads and oats.

Eatin’ like a fucking twink and the fucker has the nerve to ask to go to the gym with me tomorrow. I’ll make sure he regrets that >:) Gonna work him like a horse so he’ll throw in the towel! After feeling how sore actually working on yourself makes ya, he might actually learn something. I’ll turn in early so I can go all out and show him what a real man looks like.

Wednesday March 23rd-

Andrew:

Man! I totally get why Steven eats so much now~ I am absolutely raring to go and get this; He said I could go to the gym with him today! He even seemed like he wanted me to go with him! I feel like I have more energy than I’ve ever had before, I might even try some weights!! I don’t know but I’m so excited! It’s like I can feel my chest and biceps begging me to go and hit some iron haha! Or whatever those “bros” say~ I hope he’s got something good planned for lunch because I fuck Sorry! I just want to show him that I can do all this dude stuff too! I’m a man right? I guess all this protein is making me feel more like a man than usual idk. Either way though I’m ready to go! Hope we have some fun!

Steven:

That bitch’s fuckin’ fru fru salads are ruining my PR’s for sure! I bet he knew that when he begged me to take him to the gym today, knew it was the only time he could show off to me was when I’m so out of it. And he didn't! Just to be clear I could still wipe the floor with  him even if I’m not at my A-game. Ugh, I do gotta hand it to the little fucker though. I KNOW he hasn’t even really set foot in a gym before but man. Beginners luck my ass, as soon as I showed him a technique he lifted like he’s been doing it his whole life! It’s like I could see his pecs and tris swelling up with each lift. Not that I was staring at the bitch or anything but he’s just I just need this fuckin’ diet thing to end so I can get back to my grind, I guess I wouldn’t hate taking him to the gym more often, would be hot to make a bitch into a bro Fuck! What am I writing, I just need to lift again.

Thursday March 24th-

Andrew: 

Bro! Weird? Whatever, I am absolutely on fire! Steven’s diet is absolutely killer! I don’t know how it’s working so well but man I couldn’t care less, I felt like a pro in there! My coaches in school would always shit on me for not trying but man! I was barely trying yesterday but I could tell from the look on Steven’s face that I was acing it! I guess I’ll have to admit to him that he is definitely onto something with his macros but man, not until he gives up haha! Man, I need to chill haha, it’s not like I’m any stronger than I was Monday but man, looking at myself in the mirror it just seems like my clothes are just fitting better. Catching on my chest rather than my stomach y’know? I’ve never noticed that there is muscle on my arms before but man the way my sleeves are kinda hugging my biceps mm. I need to chill haha! Can’t use all my energy before hitting the gym again today!

OH! Also totally weird, I’ve had to shave twice this week! Once last night and then again this morning which is so weird! I’m not complaining though, it’s not like I wouldnt look hot with a beard right? Although my face is a little itchy already, my chest too? Whatever though haha! Time to head back to the grind lol!

Steven:

God!! Andy Andrew is being such an asshole! He’s clogging the sink shaving which I know he would so be on my ass if I had done that. Wait, he did get on my ass for shaving! But it hasn’t been a problem this week, it’s like I’m not even growing stubble for some reason? Probably from not working so hard at the gym, is that how that works? Whatever it’ll be over as soon as this stupid diet thing is. We’re halfway through now. Thank God! Because that fucking twink is starting to stink up the dorm which again!! He was such a little bitch all the time to me about that! It’s like he’s literally stopped using deodorant as soon as he started needing it! He’s never exerted himself in his life and now that his pits are sweating at all he’s suddenly allergic to hygiene, ugh! I saw last night too the fucker fell asleep with his head in his pit too so it’s not like he doesn’t know it. 

It was a little surprising actually, cause I would’ve sworn he was hairless like one of those freak cats but man his pit was as thick as my pubes! Thicker maybe, uh? Man I wish I could get that image out of my head, it’s like the tuft was pushing out further each time he inhaled, man that’s kinda hot? Fuck! I swear this twink-ass diet is making me think like him too. I need to sneak to the gym later, without him. I cannot have him getting ahead even while I’m still on his chickenshit diet.

Friday March 25th-

Steven:

Ah!! That Little bitch! He was already at the gym when I got there! Ugh! It makes me want to punch a wall, or fight him. Or something I dont know! It’s just, he was lifting my body weight on the bench when he saw me, it was so ho ugh! It doesn’t matter what it was, I can’t stop thinking of that smug look on his face- what I would give to wipe it off… That absolute prick knew what he was doing. Ugh, speaking of pricks! He may as well have not been wearing shorts at all by how much his cock was showing through them.

I knew my meal prepping was fucking tight but man, I can’t believe hot its made him. It just really fucking turns me on, or no its such a turn on for chicks. Yeah. Whatever. I need this bet to end already. Clearly he’s totally obsessed with my lifestyle so he should just admit it already! Also, hate to say it, but to Andrew’s credit his diet ain't too bad either. I’d never tell him this, and it is all a little emasculating but my skin has never looked this good. I’m not even doing skincare or anything but it’s like I’ve been on a routine for years, it’s crazy! It’s still ruining my upper gains but man, my ass looks so good it's crazy..

Oh also re: facial hair, I woke up this morning and could’ve sworn I used to have chest hair but now it looks like I’ve got just a little left around my nipples and leading up from my pubes? I might go ahead and shave those too, might as well be totally smooth like a chick right haha, I wonder what Andrew would think? I need to chill haha, maybe I’ll go see if he’s still at the gym~

Andrew:

Fuuuuck dude lol. I should’ve started hitting up the gym ages ago. Don’t know what I was even wasting time on before I started doing twice-a-days? Studying I guess but I can figure that shit stuff out hm. Fuck it is so much better to be strong than a dweeb. Every set it feels like I’m just busting out new PR’s! Gonna need to buy new clothes though cause I am absolutely tearing up my crop tops, my twinky little wardrobe just isn’t cutting it anymore. Maybe Steven’d be down for a clothes swap, I’ve seen him eying up my fits all week, god knows he’ll fit them better lol. Oh haha, and speaking of him eying things up >:) You should’ve seen his little face blush when he walked into the gym this morning! He looked so pissed at me lol, but I’m not gonna grab him to come along every time I need to get some sets in right? It was pretty embarrassing for him yesterday anyway, the way I showed him up lol. I’m not just gonna sit around and watch him not lift weights when I can figure this shit out myself, thought it was supposed to be his thing though lol.

Mm, saying that though, I def didn’t hate having a little audience from his treadmill. God, his blushing face as he stared directly at my work-out chub. Fuck, it really got me going. It really helped my sets too haha. Maybe I should hit him up lol, I can tell how bad he wants me >:)

Saturday March 26th-

Stevie:

Ugh! That douche is walking around the dorm completely shirtless! Do you know what it’s like to have an oaf flexing away across the room from you 24/7! He knows what he’s doing, and thank god my dick isn’t showing through my shorts like I thought it usually does because he might literally pounce on me then-

Ugh! I didn’t even mention this morning. I literally woke up to him jacking off his morning wood! Do you know what a bitch-fit he would have thrown if I did that! He would’ve filed a police report, probably the dweeb, or. I guess I could too?? But it was just so fucking hot. I tried to pretend I was asleep, but he totally caught me. He literally smirked and made eye contact as he finished too- thank god he didn’t see my boner as he asked if I wanted to clean up his mess. He’s such an ass! 

I still have a boner now actually, it’s his B.O. driving me actually crazy! It’s like I can’t think near him if he’s going to stink this bad god.. Oh, he’s doing pullups on the door frame fuck. He’s supposed to be hairless but I see sweat dripping from his pits god I can't. God with each pull up his chest looks even more powerful. His cock is bobbing up and down in his pants and I can not look away. Fuck it’s getting even bigger. I’m supposed to be the strong one right? It’s not, fuck. This isn’t right. He just so fucking, god that body, I need him-

And Drew:

Heh. I knew that fucking twink couldn’t resist me. Every little thing I do wraps him even tighter around my finger. Every flex and smirk turns him on even more I bet he can’t even think straight the way his little dick is losing it in his briefs- I took all his jocks since I’m sure he would need them anymore. Bet the little bitch didn’t even remember they were his.  

Might as well have been drooling when he saw me jacking my cock this morning lol, surprised he didn’t take me up on the offer to lick up the mess. I know he wanted to lol. He’ll get the chance soon enough though >:) God it’s a two-way street though. That fucking twink is so fuckable now, thank god he doesn’t need to shave anymore, don’t want his peachfuzz scratching my cock cause god that mouth is so fuckable now.. To say nothing of his fucking juicy ass, god! I’ve been working out in the room all morning waiting for him to give in and ask me to fuck him, idk if I can hold it in much longer. I might need to jack it again, my balls are bluer than I ever thought they could be, fuck. It’s like they're sore. Ugh I feel them getting heavier, heh, that little fucker cant resist though. God I feel precum starting to pool in my jock. If I put my pit within a foot of his face I give him five before he can’t help but shove his face in. I need to fuck him, but as if I’m going to let him see how desperate I am. Stevie that little fucker. He’ll be riding my cock any second now.

Sunday March 27th-

Stevie:

Fuck <3 !! He finally fucked me!! God, it was like nothing I’ve experienced before~ His cock was like a beer can and goddd the scratch of his beard as we were making out.. Hehe if I keep thinking about him I might just cum again right now! He can fully toss my body like a ragdoll and I’d thank him ugh! He’s just so hot, and to think he wants to fuck me!! Ah~ I’ll need to keep myself pretty so he won’t get tired of me hehe! Not that it’ll be a problem, I just need to keep on his diet, God who knew it would be this good! I don’t even remember whatever problems we had before all this and I can’t imagine anything better than getting fucked by him <3 Ah! He he~ He’s staring at my ass right now so I guess it’s time for another round! Can’t thank our R.A. enough for this idea, well he he I’ve got an idea for how to thank him, oh! Drew’s ripped off his jock! Wish me luck he he~

Drew:

My little bitch is so tight, fuck. I’m surprised he can even take my cock but god can he ride it. Gonna have a hard time taking a break from fucking him to even hit the gym. Need to make sure the twink keeps up the diet tho or we’ll have an issue. Be sure to make him come to the gym whenever I do, if not to tighten up then to watch me heh. Won’t hate fucking him in the locker room too. Mm, God his fucking tiny body makes me feel so powerful. And I fucking am. God my bis are the size of his thick thighs, fuck his ass. My cock is straining my jock just thinking about it. His tiny waist ugh, I need my sweaty body over him now. Not like he’ll mind, the horny fucker. Mmm hope he’s ready to take my cock, bet his mouth is already watering heh. Pop my pecs at him and he’ll struggle not to cum on the spot, he better keep it together until I let him though. Can’t be having my bitch blow his load that fast. Thank fuck he’s chilled out finally, though I guess my cock’ll work wonders on anyone >:) speaking of it’s about that time again. Hope he’s ready for some more action, hate to have to find another hole.

[shuenkio]

HIS DARK SIDE | ❤️‍🔥

Paring: Dom!Hoon X m!reader

Genre:Heavy Smut. [MDNI 18+]

CW: Gym sex, sweatpants, belly bulge, friends with benefits, cumming inside, nsfw.

Summary: Your eyes are stuck on Sunghoon grey sweatpants.

A/N: This was my first time writing explicit scenes so please bare with me >< (update note on 080824)

Sunghoon being a college student who also engages in skating as a hobby, and takes great pride in his job, asks you to come along and support him at competitions. Despite your lack of direct contribution, your presence is more than enough for him.

On a regular day, Sunghoon requests your presence at the gym, where he has rented the entire facility just for the two of you. The fact that he is wealthy and somewhat famous contributes to this arrangement.

As you open the door to your dorm room, Sunghoon stands before you, towering over you in his gym attire and a gym bag hanging from his shoulder. He appears particularly appealing in his gray sweatpants, immediately catching your attention. Embarrassed and feeling your face heat up, you can't help but silently gulp, anticipating the inevitable outcome of this sight. Sunghoon, noticing your stunned silence, inquires about your reaction.

When Sunghoon questions your silence, wondering if his outfit is unattractive, you quickly reassure him that it's not the case. He explains that he sent a message the night before, but you didn't see it. He then shows you the message as proof. Despite your busy college schedule and reliance on a computer for work, Sunghoon offers you $50 for attending the gym with him.

"Take it or not" hearing the word money, you agree without hesitation and rush to change into your gym clothes.

As you enter the rented gym alongside Sunghoon, he begins his workout routine, leaving you to explore on your own. Being new to the gym experience, you looking for a relatively less strenuous activity like a treadmill and low-weight dumbbells.

Initially, it proves challenging, but eventually, you find yourself adjusting to the routine and breaking a sweat. Wearing a black top, you're fortunate that it doesn't reveal the sweat as much. Meanwhile, Sunghoon efficiently goes through half the gym's equipment, revealing his toned biceps and visible veins. Despite his slim build, his unique physique captivates your attention.

You take a break from your workout, feeling exhausted and with sweat soaking your head. You approach Sunghoon, who's lifting weights in a lying position. The sight of his muscles flexing under his tight compression tank top captivates you. However, feeling self-conscious about being a "creep," you try to look away. Unbeknownst to you, Sunghoon is well aware of your gaze, even with his headphones on, making your attempt to look away a bit pointless.

Watching Sunghoon exercise, you noticed his crotch area becoming more obvious under the tight grey sweatpants.

His growing erection strained against the fabric, clearly visible as he lifted weights.

The sight stirred feelings of excitement and nervousness within you.

"Did he get... Hard by just lifting weights?" You couldn't believe it, but the evidence was right in front of you.

His erection strained against the tight fabric, causing a throbbing sensation within your own body.

Despite the discomfort, you knew this was a rare opportunity - something his fans would kill for. So, you sat still and endured the pain, determined not to miss a single second of the show.

Once Sunghoon completed his workout, you attempted to nonchalantly divert your gaze, feigning that you hadn't been intently observing him the entire time. He took off his headphones, catching his breath as he chugged down the water.

"Enjoy the view?" A smirk played on his lips, indicating that he knew exactly what had caught your attention.

"Shut up", you protested half-heartedly, folding your arms across your chest. It was just once!

"Just admit it, you want me" he murmured seductively into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he is leaning down. Not only was his body radiating heat, but the raw sexual energy he exuded made you dizzy with desire.

"But..." you hesitated, unsure how to respond to this new side of Sunghoon. You always thought of him as a friendly guy who occasionally asked for favors and invited you to his skating competitions. Yet here he was, dominating and undeniably horny.

"Explore as you please m/n or I'll make you instead" Sunghoon urged with a mischievous smile

Taking advantage of the situation, you hesitantly reached out and felt his size through his pants. The shape of his impressive length sent a thrill coursing through your fingers. He responded with a soft moan, evidently relishing your touch. As you continued stroking him, he couldn't hold back any longer and lowered his pants, revealing his long, pale cock - already wet with pre-cum. Watching it stand tall ignited an intense desire within you to push him over the edge completely. Without warning, Sunghoon's darker side surfaced suddenly.

Unable to resist any longer, Sunghoon picked you up and placed you on his abs, wrapping your legs around his waist while holding onto his shoulder. In a flash, he asked for permission to enter you. His eyes were half lidded and needy, revealing just how much he desired you. You nodded enthusiastically in agreement.He grinned wickedly and lowered you onto his hardness, causing your body to shake as soon as the tip touched you. Both of you found yourselves lost in the moment - not in a private room but among the gym's equipment.

With a casual smirk, Sunghoon began thrusting into you with increasing force, mimicking the rhythm of his workout. The combination of exercise and sex proved to be exhilarating, belly bulge on you. You cried out in ecstasy as he continued to drive himself deeper inside you, while Sunghoon threw his head back, thoroughly enjoying every moment.

As Sunghoon continued to thrust into you with increasing pushing, the sensation of his hardness filling you sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Shi-shit i feel it coming m/n"

The sound of skin meeting skin echoed throughout the gym. His grip on your hips tightened as he drove himself deeper inside you, eliciting soft gasps from your lips that mingled with his own ragged breaths. You could feel every inch of him within you, stretching and claiming you in equal measure.

You were too embarrassed to say anything, all you do was moaning and cried in this sensitive moment. Your nails digging on his back, your dick began to feel the sensation, feeling like soon to be coming.

"It's coming m/n l- let's cum together oo?"

As the climax approached, Sunghoon felt a surge of pleasure coursing through their veins, his cock grow hard as a rock. With one final push, both of you released the intense orgasm together.

He trembled slightly, as Sunghoon filled you with warmth and intimacy. Breathing heavily like puppies. Your hole is now stretching wide open, then he pull his throbbing out of you.

"It's feel like heaven like they said m/n,i- i want more!"

Usually man's glans get very sensitive after cumming but Sunghoon didn't care. His tip is still dripping with orgasm, however he drive inside you once again!

"FUCK NO! MY HOLE"

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[simmir99]

Welcome to The Loft!

This luxurious loft has everything from stunning views, amazing upgrades and a seamless design. My first time sharing a residential lot, and I hope you LOVE it as much as I do. **There are 2 versions to this upload, a single loft and a double loft for those with the For Rent pack.

Loft 1 may be placed on a 20x15 lot and contains no landscaping in case you want to use it as a penthouse loft. Loft 1 is light, bright with a vanity and fully stocked closet with lots of Chanel goodies for our girlies!

Loft 2 features 2 lofts that can be placed on a 30x30 lot and is set up For Rent. Loft 2 has darker tones, no vanity and the closet has a blank space for your own clutter or to duplicate from Loft 1.

Both versions are FREE to download on my Patreon HERE! Please tag me if you share as I would love to see your shenanigans! Enjoy <3

Packs used: City Living, Dream Home Decor, Spa Day (yoga and treadmill only), Laundry Day, Perfect Patio (2 items only) and Everyday Clutter (1 item only). Thank you to the AMAZING CC creators for inspiring this build especially Casa Dutti, Harrie, Felix Andre, LittleDica, Platinum Luxe, Earth2Barb, AnYe, Bergdorf, Piersim, SYB, and Cowbuild.

[i-am-baechu]

✎ᝰ. Workout ⁞ J. Jungkook

Summary: Having a fiancé is great. Having a hot fiancé is dangerous

Caution: Profanities. smut warning. breast play, mirror sex, wife kink (?) and creampie

Part of ‘ His Fan Girl universe

Y/N hated that she agreed to this. Ever since she admitted that she's been insecure about her weight, Jungkook has made it his mission to make her feel more confident. He's been taking her to the gym every time he went and have her do small things. Running on the treadmill (in a sports bra), lifting weights (as she sat in his lap), and doing pilates (in those pink leggings that he loves). He wanted her to feel confident and he was going to support her no matter what.

In the past couple of days, it's been harder. Jungkook has been flexing more lately and he has ever reason too. Jungkook told her that he's been doing more weights so he could carry her anywhere. It melted her heart to know that he wanted to do that but it also made her feel a certain way. His muscles always wet from working out and his hair sticking to his forehead. It was distracting and he knew this.

"What?"

Jungkook laughed at her shocked face. She was finishing her mile when he came up to her. She thought he wanted his routine kiss but she was wrong. So wrong.

"I said, we should fuck in front of mirror. Self confidence, lesson."

He looked at her with pure eagerness while she just felt shut at the statement. She continued to stare at him with shock and let out a small cough, "Kook, I don't know..."

He pouted at this and wrapped his arms around her waist as his chin set on her chest, "I rented out the whole gym. No one is going to come in."

"Jungkook, did you rent out the gym because you wanted sex?"

"Put me in jail."

Being with Jungkook for almost three years, Y/N knew two things:

He's going to be horny no matter what

She couldn't say no to him

"Kook~" Y/N held onto his bicep as he attacked her neck with kisses that sent excitement to her core. Jungkook couldn't stop staring at the mirror. Y/N's breasts in full view as she sat before him. This is what life is all about.

His fingers went towards her hardened buds, slowly rubbing his thumb against it. Y/N glance through the mirror and their eyes met through the fragile glass, "You know how beautiful you are? Literally have no idea."

"Kook..."

"Tell me what you want." She looked away from the mirror but she quickly looked back when she felt a strong pinch, "Don't look away. Now tell me what you want."

"Please...touch me."

That's all he needed to hear. She let out a sharp breathe when she felt him sucking on her breast and toying with the other. Her hands went to her gym shorts and she grabbed the fabric with a tight grip. He had a smirk against her skin as he saw how flustered she was, "Jungkook-"

"On it."

He stood up and tossed off the shorts as she stared at him with that shy expression that makes him fall deeper in love with her. She stood up and her fingertips gently touched his tattooed arm. She stop when she saw her initials and smiled, "I love you."

"I love you more. Now, on your fours."

She nodded her head and placed a kiss on his cheek. She did what she was told and she was met with her own reflection. She saw her flushed out face and she looked away when she saw Jungkook making his way towards her. His body leaned towards her, kissed her neck. He whispered in her ear that caused shivers down her back, "So beautiful."

He grabbed the tip of his cock, teasingly rubbing it against her slit. Her back arched at the feeling and no matter what, she would never get used to him. She finally felt him and she looked away from the mirror but he pulled out, "Your gonna watch me fuck you. I want you to know how much I love and see how you make me feel."

"But-"

"I'll leave you like this."

She slowly nodded her head and turned to look at herself in the mirror, "O-Okay.."

"That's my wife."

"Jung-Jungkook~."

She watched him move and she couldn't stop looking at his hips that snapped into her. The closeness was killing her.

The moans echoed through the room and Jungkook couldn't help but groan at the sound, "Baby, you're gonna make me come." He twitched and she couldn't help but close her eyes at the feeling, "I-I can't hold-"

"I know babe, it's okay. Let go."

She let out a loud moan as Jungkook continued to snap his hips into her. He leaned down and placed a kiss on her shoulder blades, "You did so good, babe. Goona fill you up."

"Kook~."

With one final grunt, Jungkook trembled as he filled her up. She let out a sigh out and she leaned forward on the bench as he watched his come leaked out of her. He couldn't help but have a proud smirk at his work. He brought his fingers towards her entrance and pushed his come into her causing her to let out a whine, "My wife..."

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𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗺𝗮, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟮.𝟱𝗸

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀: 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲

love wasn’t a member of ning’s family.

yizhuo only remembered her mother’s voice in the form of screams. the sound of her venomous tone still rang in her ears whenever she thought about her.  

sometimes ning wondered if she would have been better off without remembering anything about her mother. growing up in a household devoid of love and filled with hostility had shaped ning in ways she struggled to comprehend.

she was too young to remember anything else about her mother. then again, she didnt stick around to leave any memorable impressions anyway.

not any good ones at least.

ning yizhuo knew the feeling of loss from the age of four when her mom left.

her father worked long hours, living paycheck to paycheck every month in order to keep a roof over their heads and food in their stomachs. she struggled to make friends due to her failing to have anything in common with her classmates. the noise that formerly filled her life had forced her to be silent.

she was quiet.

the walks home were quiet. her home was quiet. her life was quiet.

ningning hated the quiet. it made her feel guilty.

guilty for being the cause of her parent’s problems. guilty for being the reason her father was never home. guilty for being the reason her mom left.

that’s when ning yizhuo realized that love was not real. because if love was real, it wouldn't have left her alone in the suffocating embrace of silence and guilt. her mother’s love felt nothing like that, and neither did her father’s. 

ning’s childhood became even more miserable the moment her father found out how easy money could be made off of her talent. suddenly she was signed up for music shows and competitions, just for her father to rake in a few extra dollars for rent.

she was got to being used for years, and it didn’t stop even when she left china. maybe that’s what made you so different to ning?

you never used her. the mere thought of you doing what everyone else did to her made her queasy. she hated ignoring your calls and texts, knowing how badly you wanted to explain things but she couldn’t bring herself to sit there and hear the words come out of your mouth.

to know for certain that you used her made her feel horrible.

but there was nothing in ning’s life that made her feel more miserable than seeing you and her group member together. 

the first week was the hardest. yizhuo didn’t bother getting up out of bed. aespa had been given a few days off to rest and recover, but the young idol could do anything but rest. 

ningning cried the first night you called her after what happened. the image of aeri’s hand on your waist burned in the forefront of her mind as she curled into her tear-stained sheets. 

the sound of your voice was once a source of comfort, but it now echoed with the painful imagery of your hand intertwined with another's. 

as she held the phone to her chest, tears cascaded down her cheeks, painting a vivid trail of her anguish on the pillowcase. part of her anguish stemmed from her unable to understand why it hurt so much. you two were never dating, or anything even close to it. 

but you made her feel something she’s never felt in her entire life. 

ning’s chest rose and fell with anguish, her breaths labored and heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions. the cracks of moonlight shone through the blinds of her bedroom, illuminating her sea of pain and bringing to dim light her disheveled appearance.

she didn’t know how long she cried for, or when she even ended up falling asleep due to pure exhaustion. all she knew was that even when she woke, she felt even worse than she did the day before. the young idol convinced herself to get up and go to the company’s gym just to go for a brisk walk on the treadmill to clear her head, and also hoping it would exhaust her enough so she could sleep properly later on.

however, ningning wasn’t expecting to see you and aeri working out together by the weights.

the sight of aeri giving you a kiss before doing her next set made the air in her lungs disappear. she wanted to look away, to escape the suffocating pain that surged within her, but her feet felt rooted to the ground. the weight of her emotions held her captive, unable to tear her gaze away from the scene that tormented her soul.

a rush of conflicting emotions swept through ningning—pain, betrayal, and an overwhelming sense of loneliness. the sight before her shattered the fragile semblance of hope she had tried to nurture within herself, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

with a heavy heart and teary eyes, she turned away, retreating from the gym with faltering steps. the tears she had tried to suppress earlier welled up again, blurring her vision as she stumbled back up to her room. her resolve to clear her mind shattered along with the hope of finding solace in exercise.

once back in the solitude of her room, ningning collapsed onto her bed, her sobs echoing in the silence. the morning sun poking through the blinds illuminated the anguish etched on her tear-streaked face. the weight of her emotions threatened to drown her in an ocean of despair once more.

this vicious cycle continued for the next week. ning would try and go out, only to see glimpses of you and your new girlfriend everywhere she went.

the subsequent days felt like a relentless onslaught of torment for ningning. every attempt to escape the haunting reminders of your newfound relationship ended in despair. it seemed as though fate conspired against her, offering constant glimpses of you and aeri, a bitter reminder of what she had lost.

whether she strolled through the company corridors or sought solace in the surrounding cityscape, the echoes of your presence lingered, a cruel and inescapable torment. the world around her seemed to conspire to magnify her pain, presenting her with constant reminders of something she could never have.

not to mention, aeri’s room was in the same corridor as hers. the quiet allowed for her to hear the muffled sounds of your voices before you disappeared behind aeri’s door.

the proximity of aeri's room to hers became a source of agony in itself. the thin walls, barely shielding the sounds of your conversations and laughter, felt like an intrusion into ning’s personal space. 

the solitude of her own room now felt like a prison. each muffled conversation heard through the walls was a twist to the knife, a cruel reminder that you were just beyond her reach. 

as usual, the chinese girl turned to her cigarettes for some form of solace. she told herself she’d quit, but in her eyes she no longer had a reason to.

smoke tendrils danced above her head as she tried to cloud her mind from the images that refused to escape her memory. the familiar burn in her lungs gave the young idol a fleeting distraction, a temporary numbness to the relentless ache that gripped her heart. her fingers trembled slightly as she lit another cigarette, the thin haze in the room a metaphor for the fog that enveloped her thoughts.

in the haze of her solitude, she found herself relying on cigarettes more often, seeking comfort in the transient relief they offered. each drag on the cigarette offered a brief respite, a momentary escape from the suffocating pain that engulfed her. 

but the acrid taste mingled with the bitterness of her emotions didn’t give as much relief as it used to.

as days turned into nights and the cycle of torment persisted, ningning found herself seeking a different form of escape. the cigarettes no longer sufficed to dull the ache in her chest or to silence the echoes of her heartache.

naturally, she turned to liquor next.

in the quietness of her room, she reached for a bottle, the amber liquid offering a different kind of relief, a temporary anesthesia for the emotional anguish that consumed her. the burn of alcohol sliding down her throat provided a fleeting numbness, an illusory moment of reprieve from the emotional storm raging inside her.

with each swig, she felt the heaviness in her heart subside momentarily, replaced by a hazy blur that momentarily dulled the sharp edges of her pain. the room spun around her as the alcohol took effect, but she could make out your name on her phone as you called her for what seemed like the 10th time that week.

she hadn’t spoken to anyone, and used the “im sick” excuse to get out of practices. minjeong stopped by a few times to bring her food since she stopped eating, and jimin also would stop by to make sure the idol was still alive.

but she hadn’t spoken a word to giselle. not once.

in a haze of alcohol-induced emotions, ningning's phone buzzed incessantly with your calls. with unsteady hands, she clumsily reached for the phone, her vision blurred and thoughts muddled by the effects of the alcohol.

with a mix of frustration and despair, she answered the call, her voice trembling with the weight of emotions and the influence of the drinks. "what?" she slurred, the single word laced with bitterness and pain.

“ning…are you drunk right now?”

your concerned voice on the other end was met with a wave of conflicting emotions that surged within ningning. in her intoxicated state, she struggled to contain the flood of feelings that washed over her—a potent mix of hurt, anger, and heartache.

"why do you keep calling?" her words were tinged with a drunken resentment, an unfiltered expression of the raw emotions that festered within her. "i don't want to talk to you," she added, her voice cracking with the weight of unspoken anguish.

“aeri’s worried, i’m worried—” 

the mention of aeri's name in your conversation, intended or not, acted as a catalyst, exacerbating ningning's intoxicated emotional state. the room spun around her, mirroring the whirlwind of emotions that clouded her thoughts.

"why are you with her?" she blurted out, her voice laced with a painful mixture of accusation and sorrow. amidst the blur of tears and alcohol, ningning felt a surge of irrational anger directed not just at the situation but also at you. the alcohol-fueled courage pushed her to voice the turmoil within her, even though she knew her words were fueled by intoxication and despair. “did you use me to get with my member?” yizhuo added, taking another quick swig of her bottle.

“no, yizhuo,” you whispered over the line, and ning could only imagine the rapper sleeping next to you. she didn’t need to use her imagination to know what the two of you were up to at certain hours, considering how close aeri’s room was. “if anything i used aeri to get with you.”

“oh so you just get naked for any of my members? is that it?” ning’s slurred words hung in the heavy silence that followed, the weight of her accusations reverberating in the air. your response, though whispered and earnest, only fueled the turmoil within ningning. her mind raced, clouded by the haze of alcohol and the jumbled mess of her emotions.

a bitter irony twisted in her thoughts. she wished she could be more like the rapper—confident, assured, and seemingly unaffected by the chaos that had engulfed the youngest member’s world. aeri embodied everything that ningning felt she lacked—an effortless charm, an air of self-assuredness, and an ability to navigate relationships with ease.

“aeri is more than someone i sleep with,” you replied quickly and firmly, not liking the accusations the drunk girl was implying. your heart ached for ning, and you wanted nothing more than to go next door and take away the bottle that was in her hands.

in her drunken state, ningning's insecurities amplified, and a pang of envy surged within her. never in her life would she be vulnerable with anyone, especially you. she couldn’t let you see the cracks that littered her life, or the dents that were prominent underneath every spotlight and red carpet.

yizhuo was damaged goods. no one wanted that. you would never want that—you would never want her.

“then what was i? just someone you slept with?” ningning shouted, silent sobs falling from her mouth as she curled into herself, clutching the bottle of amber liquid closer to her chest.

your attempts to explain and reassure ningning faltered amidst the haze of her emotions. your words, though sincere, seemed to collide with the wall of insecurities she had built around herself. as she lashed out with anguished accusations, you tried to interject, to calm the storm of emotions raging within her.

"yizhuo, please, it's not like that," you pleaded, your voice tinged with concern and desperation, hoping to reach through the fog of her distress.

but ningning couldn't bring herself to trust or believe in your reassurances. not while she knew you were laying next to aeri.

“no! you’re lying!” she cried out, the words laden with a hurt that pierced through the facade she tried to maintain. her voice trembled with a mix of anguish and desperation, her vulnerability laid bare in the solitude of her room.

in her fragile state, the emotions surged.

overwhelmed by the tumult of emotions, she ended the call and flung her phone across the room, an obvious gesture of her frustration and inability to cope with the whirlwind of emotions engulfing her. 

nothing was helping her. not the bottle in her hands, the weed in her closet, or the cigarettes in her nightstand. there was nothing that worked anymore, and it mortified her.

little did ning know, you had been sober for a few weeks, and being with aeri helped you stay sober. it felt good, it felt right.

unfortunately, ning wasn’t in the same boat. she had only sunk deeper.

she had only ever smoked and drank, but none of that worked anymore. nothing was working. ning needed something that would make everything stop hurting. 

which was why one of her last nights at the club she took a chance and stole something she never thought she’d end up doing. at least, not alone. she got it in hopes that the two of you would try it together. 

but now it would serve a different purpose.

the idol pulled the baggie from the nearby sock on her floor. she had stashed it in there because she knew jimin would find it if it was anywhere else. the leader could handle the weed being in her room at most, but this?

this was different. this was dangerous.

ning could feel the ringing in her ears and her hazy vision starting to tunnel in on only the bag in the palm of her hand. silence filled the room, with not even the ac unit humming to fill the void. 

it was quiet. it had been quiet since you left.

ningning hated the quiet.

which was why she ended up trying something new — molly.

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You're going to pay

-Are you serious? right now? ok boy but that will be another month in your body you fucking pervert!- I couldn't help but smirk when I looked at him he looked like shit, his t-shirt was so soaked with sweat I could see those 2 saggy full tits of fat through his shirt, I still don't understand how he can come to the gym with me every day and not have lost weight.

Anyway, that's not my problem, As long as he's a fagot he keeps paying for all this I don't give a shit, At this rate I'm going to have his life completely in one or two years. Anyway, I don't think he'll mind seeing apartments as long as he lives in the building. Maybe at some point I'll let him move in with me to help me out as a maid.

I own an apartment building that my father left me, it's pretty cool because I don't have to work and I could stay home and play video games or watch TV, well… technically I'm not the owner now But I'm the only one who knows the keys to the bank, maybe next year i'll buy a sporty lamborghini or something, these biceps would look great in one of those.

Jake was a very rude tenant, every weekend he would party with his friends until 3 am, he would leave the garbage outside his apartment hoping that one of the other neighbors would take care of it as if they were his servants or his parents, when Jake he was a month or 2 behind on the rent but when he started completely ignoring me for not paying, I decided to give him one last warning "you're going to pay me one way or another"

And of course he ended up paying, I could have taken anything from his apartment but I decided to take the only thing that really mattered to him, I wouldn't give him a chance to escape from that debt. He should have read the entire lease when he moved out.

Wasting no more of my time I flexed my hot biceps in front of him to show off my hot sweaty pits that he had been waiting so long to worship and lick in front of all the gym patrons, he didn't seem to care that all the gym patrons were watching while like a bitch played with the hairs of my armpit with his tongue.

The feel of her wet tongue moving under my huge arms slightly tickled him even more than the first time I let him do it in the gym bathroom.

He and I had an agreement that I would give him back his body while he trained mine to pay off his debts, at first it was a couple of hours a day I would walk her to the gym so I could have a little fun showing off his muscles while he soaked my shirt in the treadmill, then he was late paying rent again so I took his body back so I could have fun in some hotel fucking some of the girls on his cell phone while he cleaned my apartment, and now I don't think I'm back my body in two weeks or so.

I pushed him away from me and he fell to the ground, he looked so fucked up and disgusting that I could hardly believe I was the one who looked like this some time ago, I tossed my iPhone at his flabby belly, a smile on my face. handsome and perfect face flex my huge arms again to show my armpits that are already completely clean.

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Daily Check-in: July 24, 2024 🎀

Ahhhh today was such a phenomenal day omg. I had a really good, mostly productive day today and I'm so happy. I still need to work on my eating and nutrition and stop letting my hotel roommate talk me into late night munching, but everything else is going so good.

🩷 What I Accomplished

35 minutes full body strength workout

30 minute treadmill walk (2.5 speed, 3.0 Incline for 19min, 3.0 speed, 3.0 Incline for 11min)

put away all my clean laundry

had a 30 min korean trial lesson on italki (loved it, love the teacher, she's awesome)

planned out my language studies and budget moving forward

booked an appointment to get my nails done once I'm back home in mid August (gonna get medium acrylics, coffin shape with a mocha brown French tip, I'm so excited)

napped for about ~3 hours, i think? I've been really tired recently

did my night time skincare routine for the first time in a week

did my night time gratitude journal, also for the first time in a while

studied Korean for about 75 minutes (not counting the italki lesson!!)

got homework from my italki teacher, super excited to work with her

called my boyfriend this morning

tried an egg, bacon, cheese, potato, and avocado breakfast bowl from a place nearby and it was so yummy and filling

remembered to take my night time meds

emailed my therapist about documentation I need for a financial aid appeal

looked for more Korean and Spanish learning resources

my dad sent me pictures of one of our dogs (a German Shepard that has my whole heart), and she's such a cutie i could cry

💔 What Could've Gone Better

need to write my financial aid appeal letter (too many credit hours, but I'm double majoring so it makes sense???)

didn't wash my laundry, need to do it tomorrow morning

ate too much again. my roommate keeps talking me into late night eating and ughhh, I gotta stop giving in

gotta make better food choices in general, and start logging my food to be more mindful

slept A LOT today, like napped before my italki lesson, napped afterward. I've been so so tired lately and I've no clue why

need to stick to a consistent routine, and prepare myself for my after work workouts for Friday thru Sunday

💗 Stuff For Thursday (July 25th)

finish paying back my friend

send money for rent to roommates back home

make a payment towards new apartment

book next Spanish and Korean italki lessons

study korean

complete my pilates full body workout from health coach plan

begin tracking what I eat to help my mindfulness around my food choices

morning and night skincare

morning and night gratitude journaling

wash my laundry before I go to work

work an ~8.5 hour evening shift

💕 Song of The Day: Who - Jimin

ughhh I love his voice, and this song, so much

til next time, lovelies 🩷

[mysimsloveaffair]

Maia and I wake up early to finish a few things while Tami sleeps the following day. While I’d love to go outside for a jog - it’s way too hot, so I run on the treadmill in my office instead. Maia, however, braves the heat and goes outside to begin planting flowers for a flower garden.

While Maia is in the middle of planting, a man steps through the gate in the backyard. Seeing him there startles her, but she decides he doesn’t look very threatening, so she waves.

Maia: Hey there. Is there anything I can help you with?

Haru: I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Haru, your new neighbor. My wife Tia and I are renting the place next door.

Maia: Oh yes! Nice to meet you. I’m Maia.

(Full post available to read on my website)

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MURDER AT THE HOSPITAL Chapter 3

Warnings : discussion of an on-going case ; allusions to medication ; possible signs of depression ;I might’ve not listed them all, I feel like this chapter is lighter than the others

I would rate this chapter and the overall fic 16 +

Liam woke up around 10 AM Sunday. He groaned and rubbed his face, reaching for his phone on the night stand, checking for any notifications. No messages… He shouldn’t be surprised. He looked at his agenda. “oh yeah, right… The lab results” he mumbled, his voice hoarse with sleep. He rolled onto his back with a heavy sigh. Why was it so hard to get out of bed on Sundays…? It’s not like his mattress was overwhelmingly cozy. He took a moment to just lay there, and enjoy the feeling of the covers against himself, of the pillow under his head, of the gentle sound of the rain on his window and closed blinds, and the distant sound of cars passing by. Oh sweet, it was raining ! He smiled slightly and sat up in bed. Despite his lack of motivation, the weather was a bit of an encouragement. He always loved the rain… Sure, it was nicer in more rural areas, but rain is rain, and rain is nice. He stretched, and got up from the bed, yawning. He walked over the chair in the corner of his small bedroom, looking through the clothes carelessly discarded onto it and picking what he’d put on after breakfast. He then walked lazily towards the kitchen, opening the cabinets. Oh, he didn’t have any cookies left… He groaned and decided to make himself a simple hot chocolate. He grabbed his mug and got to the task.

All the blinds were almost fully closed, leaving the tiny apartment in a dull grey-ish morning light. Liam leaned back against the sink as he drank his hot chocolate. He let his gaze wander over what he called his place ; the bed sheets were messy, and the clothes onto the chair next to it didn’t help. There were no decorations, and the walls were a depressing blank white. He remembered he’d actually taken off the decorations, he’d come to dislike them after a while. The door to the bathroom was open ; the blue tiles made the inside look like a generic stock image and the shower’s glass door could use a good wipe, the thin layer of dried limestone residue from the water clinging to the transparent material like fungus. Near his closet in the bedroom was a desk, filled to the brim with endless papers : research, prescriptions, taxes, rent… He then spotted the familiar orange bottle of medication onto his night stand. It was almost the only touch of color amidst all thhis. The irony… There wasn’t much else to look at… It was a very small apartment after all. It was bland. A bit messy. This wasn’t a home. This was just��� A place. His place.

He sighed as he finished his hot chocolate, a heavy feeling in his chest, and got ready to head out to the lab, grabbing his wallet, keys, and pack of cigarettes.

It was around 2 PM when Liam headed towards the central-city’s gym. He’d sent a text to Vulgora about the results and they’d just asked him to go meet them there. He looked up at the building’s facade, then stepped in. He immediately felt a little self-conscious as he saw all those muscular people go about their workout routine. He felt his cheeks flush and a sad feeling tugging at his heartstrings – he’d never had the courage to start working out himself, and it was something he was… Ashamed of. He shook his head and focused on finding Vulgora, file tucked under his arm and hands in the pocket of his black hoodie.

He wandered towards the treadmills, but not finding them there he turned around and spotted them at the other side of the gym, towards the weights. He steeled himself and walked over there.

Vulgora didn’t hear him approach, their bluetooth earbuds blasting Rob Zombie into their eardrums as they focused on the weight at their feet which they were about to lift yet again. A thin layer of sweat coated their forehead, making a few strands of hair stick to it. They furrowed their brows, while Liam watched wide-eyed as they leaned down, picked up and lifted the bar with little to no struggle, their muscles flexing with practiced ease. ‘How much is that…?’ wondered Liam. Vulgora held the weights up for a good fifteen seconds before letting it drop back down on the floor with a loud THUD, a heavy sigh and a grunt. They shook their hands slightly, re-adjusting their gloves when they finally spotted Liam. He watched the other man and the way his jaw hung slack. “what?” they asked impatiently, removing their earbuds.

Liam tried to gather his thoughts, blinking a few times and remembering why he was there in the first place. “Uhm… here-” he held up the folder. “I’ve got the lab results.” he said, as Vulgora nodded before talking a gulp of water out of their bottle. They grabbed a towel which they carelessly threw over their shoulder before gathering their stuff back in their sport backpack. Liam couldn’t help but ask…

“How much was that?”

“170.” Vulgora responded nonchalantly. Liam raised an eyebrow, slightly confused.

“Pounds?”

“Kilograms.”

The man felt as if his eyes were going to pop out of his sockets, but he was not prepared for what they said next. They grinned as they added : “And I’m a little rusty. I went up to 215 once.”

The air was positively knocked out of Liam’s lungs, which earned a prideful chuckle out of the red-haired police officer. “Come on ! We’ll go sit at the Rowdy Raven and you can tell me all about it.” they said, before walking towards the exit, Liam after them.

As they sat down at a table in a more secluded corner, and both ordered themselves a drink. As Vulgora flipped through the file, Liam lit himself a cigarette, waiting until they were done looking over it all. Their brows were furrowed as they focused, while Liam’s eyes wandered over the pictures from where he sat. A strange numbness overcame his mind – he couldn’t tear his eyes away. He was familiar with corpses, sure. But it was rare to stumble upon such a peculiar specimen… woah woah woah not the time to think like that Liam, someone died. He cleared his throat, awkwardly shifting in his seat and looking away, drawing a puff out of his cigarette. He looked up at the TV broadcasting the news, and focused on the headline : “Worrisome disappearances in South End” ; but before he could listen to any of the reports, Vulgora spoke up.

“That body was in Eltowen forest? That’s out the city…” they mused aloud. Liam nodded, his mind going back to the crime scene.

“It was dug up two days before we found it. Like I had suspected it was in a humid area, but it rains quite often around Eltowen so I’m not so surprised.”

Vulgora nodded slowly, their eyes going over the report. “Death by strangulation… And traces of stab wounds?”

Liam nodded, then commented “It’s possible Rick tried to defend himself and knocked the weapon out of the murderer’s hands, who then had to resort to strangling him. But it can also be the opposite, maybe they stabbed first and finished him by strangulation. I don’t know why they would, though.”

The way Liam was so nonchalant about this made them scrunch their nose slightly. But well, in his line of work, they could guess he had to separate himself from all this to not let the atrocities get to his head… They decided to shift the subject, if only a tiny bit.

“What about Rick himself? Do we know anything about him?”

Liam tapped some ash from his cigarette into the ash tray on the table while answering : “He lived in the Heart Disrtrict, around Red Street in a small average neighborhood. He worked at the concrete factory, uhm- I think it’s called Tower? And he has a wife and a single kid, a toddler.”

Vulgora nodded, their lips pursed in thought “So… A normal, respectable member of society…? Dammit, that doesn’t help much.” they sighed “We’ll have to interrogate the wife.” They weren’t too thrilled by the idea.

Liam nodded and added : “The wife, the friends, the coworkers, the superiors… We’ll have to see what kind of path he took every day to go to work, too.” Vulgora had to hold back a groan, already bored by the mere idea of doing all that. Liam continued, smiling slightly. “Then if we find anything we’ll have to get a warrant, and then try and search people’s homes, and-”

“uuuUUUGHHH-” Vulgora groaned as they leaned their head back against the wall, earning a chuckle out of the man sitting across them.

It was around 4 PM when Liam and Vulgora finished discussing the investigation, and although the scientist had tried to make conversation through a bit of small talk, Vulgora seemed unusually closed off about their life at the moment. They’d left a little more pissed off than usual after downing their whiskey. He walked back towards his apartment complex. It was only a few minutes away, after all. He climbed the stairs, the sounds of his steps bouncing off the near walls until he reached the second floor, and opened the apartment’s door with his keys. It was exactly as he left it.

He sighed and went to wash his hands and face, then changed into something more comfortable. He walked over the window and opened it, leaning on the edge and lighting himself another cigarette, while looking at the rows of buildings and the sky above. The sun was already low, just touching the top of the buildings, another reminder that winter was coming closer each day that passed. He got lost in thoughts for a little longer when he was pulled out of his daze by his phone vibrating on the nightstand. Curious, he went over there and picked it up, expecting a text from Julian. He didn’t look at the screen before he was back on his spot at the window. His brows furrowed when he saw the message was from an unsaved number…

Liam stared wide eyed at his screen as the conversation with the neurosurgeon ended. His fingers were burning with the need to talk more, to send them all the lab results that had come in today, to voice all his thoughts and freshly formed theories about the case… He sighed, drawing a puff of his cigarette, trying to clear his head. But he couldn’t help but wonder why the doctor was so interested in the investigation – besides, they were the top suspect… Did they have something to do with that murder? Were they toying with him? He bit down on his lip, the gears in his head churning. He let out a heavy sigh as he left the window, and plopped back down on his bed. At least, this was a welcome distraction from the monotony of his routine...

Author's note : I'M SORRY THIS EPISODE IS SO RUSHED waaah - I just struggle a little with the story's progression,, I don't want to go TOO fast but at the same time I wanna write the SERIOUS STUFF ARGH

Feedback is always greatly appreciated !!

[hungharrington]

thoughts??? your runner!steve lives in my head rent free so….. 🤯 how about steve works as a trainer at the gym or something like that? *cough* stretching *cough* steve’s sweaty body *gunshot*

(i always forget my askbox is labelled thoughts ???? lmao and it always surprises me when ppl start asks like this tehe)

omg runner!steve we haven’t talked about him in a hot minute…. trainer steve tho…. what about gym crush!steve tho like omg have u seen those videos of guys in the gym with their girlfriends and they’re always like ONE MORE REP while she’s like 😭 i can’t and he’s like YES U CAN - and is so so proud when the set it done? that’s steve energy if i ever saw it!!! still showers you with kisses when if ur sooooo sweaty, leaning over the back of ur seat where he’s spotting to kiss ur forehead….. sigh…. but gym crush!steve is like…. you guys check each other out in the big mirrors, he specifically sets up near you when he does squats LMAO and especially when he’s pumping arms— you guys end up next to each other on the treadmills just out of breath flirting, steve very nearly eats shit the first time you laugh because he missteps in his nervousness :D never makes a joke about stretching together at the end lest he be CREEPY but also trips over his words when you ask, “wanna come stretch? i could use help with my hamstrings” he’s like “wha— yes, yes please, yeah— i mean…. sure i could help,” he’s hopeless 🫶

[multiplicationdivision]

Transfiguration Pt. 2

Vic tapped the earnest little jock on his shoulder.

The man turned to look back at him. He was cute, Vic could admit. Red hair bringing a good amount of warmth to his pale skin, marked with freckles. A familiar face that Vic had seen countless times, always slaving away here. Never seeming to stop for even a second, bounding across the gym with endless energy. He’d shot a grin at Vic many times, yet Vic had never returned it. Vic had his gift and his gift let him just a little too deep into that façade to fall for it.

Anxiety reeked off the guy, even now. His thoughts painted themselves across the air, trying to surpass the darker turnings of the guy’s brain. Every bit of exhaustion and burn of muscles working to distract from waves of pure depression.

Vic had met many gym obsessed men, and while he had felt the regular bursts of insecurity or pride that fueled some, this was different. The exercising becoming a vice, just like any drug.

Frankly it was annoying and the guy always managed to ruin whatever trips he made out here. Vic explicitly only visited the gym for the fun of it, his gifts made th muscle gain or increase in health meaningless. He could be as buff and attractive as he wanted. Vic came because running on a treadmill for an inhumanly long time was pretty relaxing for him. Except at least when that mental chokehold of a man wasn’t in here, angsting directly into his vibe.

Fortunately, Vic hadn’t come here to work out this time. He needed a housemate back. The Chucks had been on him about that for a week. Dear little Richard still needed to help them pay rent and Vic’s magic didn’t really extend past warping people. At least he didn’t think so. He was able to make clothes and shit, but objects were just too uninteresting for his brain to detail.

Bottom line. He didn’t want to learn when he had an easy fix right in front of him (As well as a housemate that he kind of owed to not completely remove from existence)

This poor shmuck, Dave his mind whispered, sat there with a surprised expression. He had been grinning a second ago as he toweled off, but the sudden stop wrenched that practiced expression off his face. His eyes widened as if he was caught in the act of pretending to be happy. Or maybe he was just surprised as Vic reached his gift past the waves of turmoil and into his being.

Vic felt pretty unguilty changing this man’s brain. He was clearly unhappy and Vic hadn’t really cared about the whole backstory. He’d already found the surface level wants of having a better brain, thoughts less out to pick upon every action. A thousand wishes of being able to forget his past and move onto another life.

A bad mom, a bad girlfriend, an awful job. A bad roll of the dice on brain chemistry and some good old toxic masculinity pushing him to increase his testosterone instead of going to therapy.

Vic was sure that little Dave would be happy to know that Rich had basically an opposite life. A boring one, in Vic’s opinions, but to be fair, Vic had a weird fucking life. Rich apparently went to therapy so much, at least from last time Vic had really talked to him. Before they’d both decided to turn Rich in Chuck, which was very permanent now.

Rich also had a very loving father and a collection of lovers. Vic personally thought that was dumb, it was far better to have a bunch of the same lover in his opinion. Chuck was a machine and two Chucks were a fucking industrial revolution. Vic would say he was very satisfied in his relationship.

Except for his two darling dipshits hounding him about Rich every fucking day. The Chuck who’d been Rich once upon a meaningless time feeling guilty or something for stealing the man’s body. Vic had tried to explain that he was basically still Rich, just with his brain and body rewired to look and act just like the far more attractive Chuck. That hadn’t helped apparently, according to the other Chuck.

Now he sat with a bored expression as the helpless Jock moved to reconstruct his friendly face and ask him something. Vic didn’t give a fuck about this guy. The only thing interesting in Vic’s opinion were his pretty rocking body and his tangled up psychic imprint. The body would be a shame to lose. The monster of a soul was mostly interesting in an academic sense, but Vic wasn’t a psychologist.

Vic decided he’d deal with the brain only for now. It would be more exhausting warping the cameras and minds of the others in the gym to hide the body transformation. Easier to just do a copy paste of the last mental state of Rich and finish it up in an alley way or something.

Vic did that simple action and Dave’s expression changed. It shifted into recognition in a second, spiced with some surprise. The eyes on the redhead shifting down to look at his arms and then catch his eye on a close mirror.

“Sup Rich” Vic said, cutting to the chase. Never helped to leave Rich to bask in this thing he did after every transformation. The man loved the feeling of his identity being meddled with and it was probably why the guy was in therapy. It also got annoying waiting for the guy to catch up through the haze of his enjoyment.

Rich pulled himself out of his thoughts. “So I definitely wasn’t Chuck a minute ago. Don’t even remember anything about us hanging out or anything. Usually pretty good about retaining that shit”

He was actually. Rich had a skill at retaining information even as Vic pulled it in and out of his brain. His personality was sticky like that, somehow backing up memories of the people that were superimposed on him even after he was turned back. Maybe it was because Vic and him would do it so often, but the skill was the backbone of that dynamic. Rich always hungry to live other lives and Vic always wanting Rich to be anyone but himself.

He flexed an arm at Vic. “Definitely don’t remember ever being turned into this guy Dave, although I can’t really contain” He grinned and poked a muscle, enjoying watching it move. Rich wasn’t ever this jacked but he’d probably wanted to be. Vic agreed that it was definitely an upgrade.

“Liked two Chucks more than your sorry ass” Vic mocked. “Wanted to keep my new guy more than I admittedly wanted our stellar conversations”

Rich laughed at that. “That sounds like you. So, the original me is still turned exactly into Chuck?”

“Yup, you got a problem with that?” Vic genuinely wanted to know, although he couldn’t help sounding intimidating. Vic was trying to be more “empathetic” about his powers, mostly because the Chucks got mad at him for duplicating one hot doorman. Like they even knew that passing pedestrian he’d converted into another Seth. Ridiculous.

On a positive note, Seth had been having a great time getting to know his long-lost twin, also named Seth. They shared the same life history and memories up to the point of Vic’s meddling but were too dumb to properly understand that they were the same person. Vic had followed the two on their shared Instagram. They’d adopted a dog. Vic was making a positive impact on the world.

Rich smiled as he looked at his bicep again, ever the narcissist. “I think I’m finding myself pretty fine with it. Even though I’m not like… the real Rich” Rich seemed to digest that idea in his mind before moving on without much of a care. He wasn’t an existential type. “Eh, as long as I can keep this awesome body, I’d be fine with you even bringing back my actual self. He’d be so jealous of this beard”

Vic was sure the original Rich would be, he always loved fucking guys with hair. That guy would never be back though, because he was buried under the mind of a lot hotter of a man. Rich was probably Chuck forever now and some part of Vic’s gift knew he was fine with that.

“You can keep the body, I don’t care. Just get home sometime soon to chill out Chuck” Vic smiled at just the thought of his guys. Probably sitting at home, fighting over the same controller of Halo. He was horribly smitten and had to be held back (often literally) from increasing their number.

“A secret twin is hard enough to explain to you mom Vic” one Chuck had said. “Hell knows you wouldn’t be able to turn us back into whatever fucker you replaced” the other had backed up.

They were right. Vic couldn’t help fixating on how good a third Chuck would be. The number three just felt so incredible every time the idea struck his head. His brain was good at trying to trick itself into his impulses and his gift was always just a hair trigger away from fulfilling that goal. It reeled up as it always did, already tensing up like it was a snake waiting to strike.

He repressed that lustful wish, no matter how nice it sounded. His boyfriend was right, it was adding far too much complication to their life. Logically Vic knew that. Didn’t make the image of three of that hot man surrounding less intoxicating. Vic liked what they currently had too much to act on his impulses though, resisting the eager pull of the magic.

Energy had to go somewhere though, especially when the user didn’t much care for how it was let recklessly through the environment. As long as it didn’t end in another of Chuck, it wasn’t Vic’s problem.

The power that came so naturally to him then decided to follow a familiar channel and command, one made minutes ago. Snaking with the entire memory and soul of a man, warping around the room until it found a close enough target. A path of least resistance.

A nearby man jogging on a treadmill slowed his run to a stop and just stared dumbfounded at Vic and ‘Dave’. This guy hadn’t even been putting off bad vibes to warrant a moral transfiguration. Vic hadn’t even seen him before this moment, a complete stranger. Just a dumbfounded stare, Italian and sweaty. His wavy black hair damp and swept back as he panted from exertion.

Vic had really made a (small) effort to be ethical. Mistakes get made. Sometimes you completely overwrite a man and don’t really know him well enough to undo it. Can’t fix something if you don’t know where the pieces go. Vic would deserve a kiss from both of his guys for trying at least.

“Vic what the fuck” the stranger said, even as his arm also came up to grip his also well-muscled arms. Typical that he would immediately be obsessed, even with the skill the man had in retaining two person’s worth of memories.

‘Dave’ glanced over at the stranger and back at Vic, understanding what the man had done in a an instant. He smiled and waved at the man near the treadmill. “Sup Rich! Sick body”

“You too man!” The other Rich grinned back. Their smiles were somehow identical despite the great differences in their faces, mirroring the same personality through different mediums. Their voices even had the same cadence, different vocal cords rising in parody of the original Rich’s midwestern sound.

They both ran up to each other, displaying another barely surprising facet of Rich’s submissive little personality. Always willing to accept their fucked up circumstances with boundless enthusiasm. Both had Rich’s stupid little swagger in his step, although the body differences and lack of muscle memory made the motions slightly awkward. Both men’s bodies trying to follow the personality of Rich first, despite the ways these bodies naturally moved.

“Name’s Kyle actually” the other Rich said with a flirtatious tone at himself. Vic rolled his eyes. “Still remember this guy’s life pretty good, could show you a couple things he knew”.

“Name’s Dave, my handsome friend” the initial Rich responded in equal flirtation. He felt up his twin’s arm as if he owned it, freckled hands on the other man’s olive skin. The energy of their mutual curiosity literally visible to Vic’s eyes in the form of their coiling energy. “I don’t got much in the way of extra knowledge from this guy, but he’s been aching for a good time”

Vic was sure they would probably get to some uncomfortable PDA in front of him if he didn’t move. They were hot but it was still Rich and Vic had two men he’d much rather be watching at home. Plus he didn’t need more evidence of Rich’s fuckboi tendencies.

“Welp, have fun with that boys” Vic said as he turned and walked away. He heard Dave-Rich shout a “thanks weirdo” as the other quickly echoed the sentiment.

They were already trading their body’s life stories as if it was an actual date when he shut the front door. Two Richs, although he could probably change that later if they were too annoying. He headed too his boys nonetheless, ready to kiss one as the other kept playing their video games. His perfect multitaskers.

Part 1:

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[upat4amwiththemoon]

Unwanted animal | part 7

Summary: Because that unwanted animal wants nothing more than to get out.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x female!reader

Warnings: angst, mention of blood, death

Word count: 2135

a/n: last part of the series :)

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @sayah13 @strangegardentaco @natashamaximoff69 @waltermis

masterlists | guidelines

All parts: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

The morning starts off with Y/N and Natasha waking up next to each other, cuddling for a bit, and then deciding to go train together. As they’re both used to waking up early, the routine was born very quickly.

The Avengers tower is fairly empty right now as the mission that was supposed to last for one day only, has lasted for a week so far, however, this isn’t unusual when it comes to their missions, sometimes they happen to prolong. The team has been communicating with the couple every day, so they aren’t worried.

Y/N runs on the treadmill while Natasha lifts weights. She doesn’t mind not being able to join the mission anymore, she has enjoyed her time alone with Natasha. Besides, they haven’t completely alone the whole time. Carol Danvers and Peter Parker visited them once, no one had remembered to let them know the others wouldn’t be home. But the four of them had a great time together, and Y/N got to get to know the two Avengers, who don’t really spend time at the tower, better.

Her mind is in peace today. It has been the whole day. She feels assured, like nothing could go wrong.

“Are you getting tired?” Natasha teases, noticing Y/N is only jogging rather than full on running as she usually does.

Grinning, she shakes her head, “just getting started.”

“What do you want to do today?” Natasha sets down the two weights she was lifting. “I’m pretty sure the team shouldn’t be away for long anymore, they called yesterday evening and said they were wrapping up.”

“‘Kay,” Y/N mumbles, she wasn’t in the room when they called, “maybe we should just stay inside and have a lazy day?”

The two have been spending a lot of time outside these past days. Natasha insisted on showing Y/N different things, like the zoo, an aquarium, beaches, even a skatepark at the middle pf the night even though neither of them have any desire to skate, for the vibes is what Natasha had heard Peter say. And it was great.

“Sure. I’ll hit the showers, wanna join?” She has a smirk on her face that Y/N can see through the full body mirrors in front of her. “It would be very relaxing for you.”

With a roll of her eyes, Y/N stops the treadmill and hops off of it. “Show the way.” They laugh as Natasha grabs her hand and starts pulling her towards the big showers conjoined to the training room. They spend almost two hours there, in each other embrace.

When Natasha’s hair finally fully dries, she starts making her way towards the basement, where Tony has made a movie room. It’s been there for a while, but Natasha and Y/N only found it a few days ago. It still surprises Natasha how much money Tony has used on to tower over the years, but again, she shouldn’t be. He loves to use money.

There’s some pep to Natasha’s step as she descends the mountain of stairs that the tower has. She could use the elevator, but she’s feeling good, and the view from the stairs is prettier. The walls of the stairwell are fully windowed in a way they can see outside, but the people can’t see inside. Sometimes the amount of money Tony has is useful. The rest pf them don’t have to use any money on supplies or rent, if they decide to reside at the tower, though most of them would prefer if they were given a salary for the work they do.

Natasha has a smile on her face, her body is relaxed, she’s happier than ever. Her mind goes to the day they found Y/N. They received a signal from the base an hour before they arrived there, most likely send by someone inside on accident during the moving hassle. They were lucky to arrive there early enough to bring Y/N with them, even though everything else was already gone. But finding her wasn’t just good for Natasha personally, she has also helped them go forward on their mission to stop HYDRA, and they learned about the organization’s progress of copying the original Super Soldier serum. Which luckily for them, doesn’t seem to be at a critical phase yet.

She stops walking for a moment, looking down at the busy street under her. They’re all living their lives, just like Natasha is, finally. She may not have been able to fully wipe away the red from her ledger yet, but that’s okay. It’s a marathon, not a sprint. And Y/N has helped her realize that. Her hand goes up to the necklace she’s wearing. She hasn’t taken it off since she got it. It brings her warmth and security. Every time she touches it, her worried fade away, almost like it has magical powers.

Grinning, she continues walking on. After two more sets of stairs, Natasha open the door into the basement. It’s slightly cooler there, but both of them enjoy it more, especially if they end up not watching the movie that intently.

She walks through the corridor. The movie room is at the very end of it. It’s darker there than in the rest of the building. Her pulse is low and breathing steady. Only good things are going through her mind. It’s perfect.

There’s a full floor carpet in the hallway, so her steps doesn’t echo. It’s soft under her feet. She takes a step forward. And another. And anot-

A gun clicks behind her.

Natasha stops moving, every fibre or her body tensing up at the sound. She starts breathing through her mouth. Her thoughts are starting to twirl around her head, every single one getting darker and darker than the other. Is Y/N okay? Is she already dead? She curses herself inside her head for not noticing someone break into the compound, nor sneak up behind her. She’s supposed to be better than this. She’s a protector, that means she has to be vigilant at all times, ready to protect.

Slowly, she raises both of her hands in the air. She doesn’t have any weapons on her, but she wants to do everything in her power to de-escalate the situation. She can’t end up dying, not when she finally haw something to live for.

She starts turning around, her face hard to mask any emotion, just like she was taught to, but all the lessons she has received through the years go down the drain once she’s fully turned around, staring at the shooter in the eyes. Her breath hitches in her throat, her eyes fully wide now. “What are you doing?” Natasha whispers, not being able to muster up a louder voice. It’s weak. She is being weak.

“It’s nothing personal, Natasha.” She mumbles.

“This feels personal.”

The gun is in a tight grip. Natasha knows she can’t just take it, this is someone who has had the same training as her after all. She presses her teeth together, so tight it’s starting to form a headache and nausea in the back of her throat. This whole situation is making her nauseous. Her eyes are narrowed and brows furrowed as she stares her down. Usually she is the calm and collected one, but now, she can’t keep her emotions at bay. She can’t wrap her mind around a single thought.

The pitiful smile on her face makes Natasha squeeze her hands into fists, but she keeps them up. This isn’t the time for sudden movements.

Letting out a breathy laugh, Y/N tilts her head. “I understand how you’re feeling.” Her voice is quiet and level. It’s not monotone or cold like Natasha would expect in a situation like this, it’s almost warm. Which makes her feel even worse.

Natasha tries to calm herself down. It’s not happening. Her body isn’t listening. It raises her panic level. Her chest is going up and down in a quick manner. It’s visible. Her feelings are visible to the person in front of her. They always have been. She can read her like an open book, she thought it was mutual. But now, she doesn’t know what to think.

“I would apologize, but I don’t think that matters anymore.”

“Why are you doing this?” Natasha keeps staring at those eyes she has stared into so many times before.

They still look the same. Soft and bright with life. Like she’s the happiest girl in the world. But these can’t possibly be the same eyes she has gazed into with such great love. Because those eyes helped Natasha accept her past and break her hard exterior, bringing out the softness. She’s too soft now. She has to get it together, but she can’t.

“It’s just a mission.” Y/N states. “Nothing more.”

“This all has been just a mission to you?” Her voice wavers with emotion. She tries to swallow it all down, but it’s too late now, the gate is already open.

“Yes.” The word comes out so easily. There’s no hesitation behind her eyes. There’s no remorse in her voice. “Madam B sends her regards.” Y/N tightens her finger on the trigger with a smile. She isn’t shaking like Natasha is. Her feet are planted evenly on the floor, she is confident, she is ready.

Natasha’s eyes widen. No. “I killed her.”

“Did you?” She pouts. It’s mocking.

Her breathing is starting to get faster and faster as her mind wanders through the time they have been together. All the memories they’ve made. They share a bed. They’ve been naked with each other, both emotionally and physically. That’s Natasha’s other half. And she’s pointing a gun at her. She’s the enemy. But she can’t actually bring herself to think of Y/N as an enemy. She loves her with all her heart.

This can’t be happening.

Y/N swallows. She moves the gun. It’s pointing straight at Natasha’s head. She can’t move. She freezes. Gradually Natasha’s face turns into plain fear and sorrow. She’s pleading with her eyes for Y/N to stop. She’s trying to show that all those feelings between them are real, they have to be.

This isn’t real. Natasha wishes herself to wake up next to Y/N. She’d sit up and wake her girlfriend, and sigh in relief, because she’d see the love in her eyes. Those eyes she’s looking at right now. “Please.” Is the only thing that leaves her mouth. It’s quiet and broken. “I love you. You love me.” Suddenly the word feels heavy in her mouth, like something foreign.

She laughs. It makes Natasha’s heart ache. “Are you actually that delusional? That someone could love someone like you, like us.” Y/N smiles with her teeth as she watches the look on Natasha’s face. It’s broken beyond repair. “I’m sorry you couldn’t finish cleaning the red from your ledger, even though we both know that would’ve never happened. There’s too much of it to wipe away.” She whispers the last sentence, taunting Natasha.

Suddenly Natasha gets a spurge of energy to move. She goes to knock out the gun from her hand, but Y/N has trained with her too much, she knows her thought process, she knows how she fights. So, Y/N presses Natasha against the wall, her arm pressing onto her neck, choking her, and the gun still pointed at her head. Natasha starts gasping. Y/N looks like nothing even happened.

“You won’t kill me.” Y/N whispers. “You aren’t able to, because you’re weak. And that’s why I’m the best.” She kisses Natasha’s cheek, holding her lips there long enough to taste the salt from her tears. “I’ll see you in hell, yeah? Save me a seat next to you.” Keeping her eyes on Natasha’s, she pulls the trigger.

She doesn’t flinch when blood splatters to her face, or when the body drops to the ground with a thud, or when she stares at the lifeless form in front of her.

Y/N lowers her gun, putting it back to the holster tied to her pants. Kneeling next to the body, she closes the eyes and mouths a silent I love you. She rips away the necklace and steps away from the body before the blood rushing out reaches her shoes.

When she makes her way forward, she doesn’t look back, she doesn’t even think about Natasha anymore. The mission is done and she’s ready for the next one. Y/N gets out through the door in the basement, it brings her into an alley with no security cameras.

A small smirk appears on her face as she disappears into the crowd of the busy New York city.

[thebirdandthebee]

Imagine Me & You

A Jake “Hangman” Seresin fic.

First time writing TGM fanfic - please be gentle.

Jake stumbles across a woman on base that seems to enjoy the finer things in life... just like the future he’d like to build - with her in it.

Thanks to everyone who’s been enjoying this story so far - I appreciate the kind comments! This was written quickly and not edited, so apologies for any errors.

Chapter 4: Hot Sauce

“Good morning Mister Man,” Mia cooed, running her knuckles up and down Tiger’s spine and watching him unravel at her touch. She had spent the previous day in bed, recovering completely from the Fourth of July party.

After the fireworks were over, she’d hopped a ride back over to her part of town with Tina and Bob, who were renting a house off-base, not too far from her apartment building.

She awoke half-naked in her swim top and button-down, sunglasses barely tangled in her hair but tucked into bed nevertheless. She showered, ordered eggs benedict from down the street via DoorDash and ice-rolled her face most of the day.

Now, she was feeling much more alive and itched to stretch her legs. However, she left her running shoes on base from the last time she was able to use the gym to run at lunchtime.

Though it was a bit of a drive over to the base, she justified the drive by being that much closer to the beach and the area’s Trader Joes. Tiger watched carefully as Mia dressed for the gym in a pair of dark green leggings, white gym socks and a cropped white tee - a casual change of clothes in her gym bag.

She knew at least she wouldn’t be running into her boss on the base that Sunday morning, and that gave her a little more confidence in her decision.

The drive over was just long enough for her to slam down her pre-workout that Jack recommended, and she was able to get a prime parking spot just in front of the doors. Though it wasn’t odd for the gym to be busy before eight in the morning on a regular day, she was surprised there weren’t at least five other people around on a Sunday morning.

After lacing up the sneakers she snagged from her office, she parked herself near her preferred treadmill and stretched out her hamstrings before hopping on the machine.

Mia ran in high school, but she hadn’t kept up with it in quite the same way. On a good day, she could grind out six to eight miles, but she did always prefer to run outside as opposed to a treadmill. With her headphones securely over her ears, and approaching mile four, she hadn’t even noticed the presence suddenly on her right side. She had hit her stride with her breathing and focus, and it would take quite a bit to pull her out of it.

Mia could feel the beads of sweat running down her back and soaking the top of her leggings and was already looking forward to changing out of her clothes. It soon became all she could think about as her tracker ticked closer and closer to six miles – anything past that she could power through was gravy.

It killed Jake not to interrupt her. He could be patient, but watching Mia run her heart out on that treadmill was an exquisite kind of torture. Especially in those leggings and a top that was cropped just enough for him to see a sliver of skin below the hem of her shirt.

He was surprised to see her at the gym this morning. Hell, he rarely came this gym – he frequented the Planet Fitness near his quarters, but they were closed for a burst pipe this morning, so he found himself back on base. It was the most pleasant surprise he could think of. He had already done his pump for the day, and getting in a cool down walk was an extra perk alongside her.

When her machine flipped from peak to cool down, she peeled her headphones from her head, dropping them in a slot on the front of the tread. He kept his steady pace as he watched hers dwindle slower and slower, until her steps couldn’t sink into her hips anymore. She held the handles in front of her, bending at the waist before ultimately tucking her fingers beneath the toes of her sneakers.

Still working on regulating her breathing, Mia returned to an up-right position, going lightheaded for a few moments. She always kind of liked that sensation – all she needed to do in that minute was focus on pulling herself together.

“Alright there, Thomas?” Jake asked, still walking alongside her. Mia smiled over at Jake, her hands cinching her waist as she did her best to catch her breath.

“Just barely,” she grinned, picking up her water bottle. Jake watched an errant drop trail from the corner of her mouth, down her jaw and come to a graceful stop on her neck. He wanted to lick it off. He watched as she stepped off, holding onto the side of the machine as she began to stretch her quads.

“Wanted to spend your Sunday morning at work?” He asked.

“Needed to move after sleeping all day yesterday,” she laughed, “left my sneakers here on Thursday,” she explained. “Plus, I don’t think the old men who use the gym in my building wipe down the machines after they use them.”

Jake wanted to kiss the crinkle of her nose.

He hopped off his own machine, taking a step closer.

“Buy you breakfast?” He asked. Mia glanced down at her watch. It wasn’t quite 9:30, yet, and she could still get everything she needed to get done today with a breakfast break.

“Sure, but it’s gotta have a view.”

After freshening up and a pair of well-needed showers, to Jake’s joy, he was driving the Jag to the beach. Mia was double-fisting a set of green juices, while a bag with two fat breakfast burritos sat on the floor.

Mia’s eyes trailed over her chauffer. He looked too comfortable driving the convertible – his sunglasses perched perfectly on his sculpted face, blonde hair flicking in the wind and an easy smile on his face. She could see how it would be easy to fall in love with the Lieutenant Commander.

Now, in her father’s car, with the Beach Boys’ Don’t Worry Baby humming from the radio and the sun reflecting off the ocean waves, she couldn’t imagine the morning could get any better.

“What about right here?” Jake said, laying down the blanket from her trunk.

“It’s perfect,” Mia said, immediately dropping down and handing Jake his juice.

A few beats of enjoyable silence passed.

“I would build a house right here if I could,” Mia said, leaning back on her elbows, legs stretched out in front of her and crossed at the ankle.

“When I’ve been in Lemoore, it’s a much longer drive to the beach,” Jake commented. “Not nearly as fun.”

“Growing up in Nebraska – no chance.” Mia shook her head.

“You miss it?” Jake asked.

“Not at all,” she replied without any further thought. “You miss Texas?” She asked.

“All the time,” Jake nodded. “But it will always be there,” he shrugged.

A few more beats of silence passed.

“Do you think my initials will show up in Rooster’s sunburn?” She asked, making Jake smirk. Tina had artfully drawn an MT in sunscreen on Rooster’s back last week.

“Bradshaw doesn’t need the encouragement,” Jake snorted.

“Wait a minute, you mean to tell me that Bradley’s name is Bradley Bradshaw?” Mia asked, looking over at the blonde from the top rim of her sunglasses.

“It’s true,” Jake said, taking a long pull of his juice, sending Mia into a peel of laughter. A few moments later, she was sitting mere inches from him, legs criss-cross-applesauce as she carefully administered hot sauce to her burrito.

“Careful, Nebraska, that’s hot,” Jake said knowingly, but appreciating that she was close enough for him to smell that same perfume.

“I know what I’m doing,” she insisted. After taking two bites, she was worried the sweat collecting on her brow could be visible.

“C’mon, trade,” he said, reaching for her burrito and handing his over.

“Thank you, Lieutenant,” she smile bashfully, taking a drink of her juice.

“What are the big plans today?” He asked, goose bumps breaking out across his skin as she leaned against his propped-up knee.

“I’ve got to run to the grocery store, head back to my place and then driving out to Del Mar for an early dinner,” she explained.

“Big date?” Jake asked, trying not to show his cards.

“Yes,” she grinned, “I take my grandmother downstairs and we people-watch for a few hours over several aperol spritzes.” Mia explained.

“Your grandmother lives in Del Mar?” Jake asked.

“She moved there for memory care two years ago,” Mia nodded. “Wanted to be by the ocean and I was finishing law school in LA, so it was an easy weekend trip for us to be together.”

“Alzheimer’s?” Jake asked softly.

“Dementia,” Mia replied. “Sometimes I’m Mia, sometimes I’m Lenora, her childhood best friend.”

“Either way, she’s happy to see you,” Jake said, bringing a small smile to Mia’s face.

“It’s true,” Mia said, resting her chin on his knee. “I wanted to be exactly like her when I was growing up. She was a lawyer, too, the first woman in her class and first woman to open a practice back in Omaha,” she explained. “Raised my dad on her own and took shit from nobody.”

“Sounds like an amazing person,” Jake said, reaching out to tuck an errant lock of blonde behind her ear. Something he didn’t feel empowered to do last week, but here they were, sharing breakfast burritos and family stories.

“She was – still is,” Mia corrected. Sometimes it was easy to forget how much she had changed over the years. “She actually encouraged me to apply for this job,” Mia laughed. “Pearl Harbor is one of her favorite movies and she was hoping I’d find a Josh Hartnett-type while working here,” she giggled, sitting upright and taking another drink of green juice.

“You just say the word and I’m in Del Mar with the boys in our dress whites,” Jake smiled. God he wanted to kiss her.

“I think you’d send her into cardiac arrest,” Mia laughed.

“And your parents? Do you get to see them much?” Jake asked. Her light dimmed, even under the bright rays of the sun. He regret asking.

“My Dad passed when I was in high school,” she explained. “Left me the Jag,” she nodded back to the car. “Never really knew my Mother.” She added.

Jake was at a loss. Never knew her mother? By choice?

“She left after Jack was born,” Mia said, taking a sip, “I was almost four? Yeah, that’s right,” She nodded, remembering the account. “I have like maybe two memories of her, when Jack came home from the hospital.” She finished.

“Her loss,” Jake said quietly.

“It is,” Mia nodded.

“My sister’s ex stepped out on her and my little nieces,” He replied. “She was always too good for him anyway, he saw her as a meal ticket.” He added. “But it still sucks for Lucy and Emma to not have a good father figure around. I try to be there as much as I can, but…” She shrugged, gesturing out to the ocean. “Duty calls.”

“Do you have pictures?” She asked. Soon, he was thumbing through some of the hundred photos of two little girls with green eyes like his and dishwasher blonde hair.

“We took a vacation to Gulf Shores last summer,” Jake laughed, showing her photos of them on the beach, “Emma’s on my shoulders and Lucy girl is the one trying to take me down.” He explained.

Mia’s ovaries throbbed gently.

“They love you,” she grinned manically.  

“Who wouldn’t?” He asked, looking down at her, mouth pulling up at the corner.

“I’ve got to go get avocados,” Mia murmured.

“I could use an avocado.”

The next hour and a half passed like a dream, Jake pushing the cart and Mia leading the way through the grocery store. He imagined she was picking out items for the both of them, planning meals they’d make together in their kitchen as they shared a bottle of wine. He’d open jars and reach the top shelf while she glanced at well-loved pages of a cookbook.

Someday.

The dream ended when they arrived back at base, pulling the Jaguar alongside his Jeep Rubicon. He dropped his bag of groceries in the back seat of his car and shut the drunk of the Jag.

“I’m glad I ran into you today,” Mia smiled, leaning against the driver’s side door of her car.

“Seems to happen quite a bit,” Jake said, stepping closer to her than he planned – as if his body was on autopilot.

“It really does,” Mia replied, “If I didn’t know better…”

“Do you know better?” Jake smirked.

“So you’re admitting to stalking me?” She asked, her grin threatening to split her face right in two. She hardly noticed that he was leaning closer and closer until he rest his hand on the open window of the Jag.

“Stalking is such a broadly misunderstood word,” He said, eating up every word with those white teeth. Then, it was just the two of them, Mia looking up into those green eyes that provided such reassurance, and him, taking in her eager, trusting expression. His eyes glanced down the little, charming mole just beside her mouth and wondered if those would be a familial trait.

“Lieutenant Commander, I – ”

“For God sake, Mia, call me Jake,” He muttered into their shared breath.

“Lieutenant Commander,” Jake didn’t jump, but he did want to shout as he heard Rear Admiral Lorne’s voice. Regretfully, he whirled around, facing his commanding officer.

“Sorry Mia, didn’t see you there,” the Admiral had the wherewithal to look sheepish.

“It’s okay,” Mia smiled bashfully.

It’s not okay! Jake wanted to bite. Mia’s hand encircled his wrist, gently, which brought him back to reality.

“I’ll see you soon,” she said softly.

“Soon.”

[lyris-thightanborn]

more than a little anxious to go to twitch con this year bc it will be a lot of walking and all my friends are able bodied and also much taller than me so walking is…stressful

Been trying to get my endurance up walking on our treadmill at home and it’s helping and I feel better but I’m also still very eeeee about it

I’m still gonna take my cane though and I’m not afraid to rent a wheelchair or electric scooter if I need/want one but I really gotta get over this internalized ableism smh my head